Despite the drama and emotion of the night, Malark and Meira managed to find some levity as they slid into Malark's room, they were laughing quietly as the door closed behind them. Soft, quick kisses were places on lips, on cheeks, on shoulders and on necks. They tumbled in and despite both seeing well enough in the dark, Malark wanted some candles to illuminate their night. He had been spoiled by seeing his partner's glorious beauty in full daylight last time and wanted to feast his eyes on every inch of her skin.
Meira came up behind him while he was setting the mood, distracting him with her hands sliding up the back of his trousers teasingly before wrapping around his waist in a tight but brief hug and then tracing her hands up his undershirt to feel the skin and muscle beneath. She started peppering kisses along his back and could feel herself getting more and more excited. Despite all the obstacles, this reunion was a long time coming, and a subject of many frustrating dreams.
But her reveling was interrupted by a quick wince from Malark as he turned around in her arms and started to lean in for another kiss. Instead of indulging in the kisses she knew could curl her toes, Meira settled for a quick peck and led Malark to a chair, before sitting him down and going around behind him.
Despite wanting to say this in a different context, Meira was much more worried than Malark would like when she instructed him to "Strip off your shirt!". Nevertheless, he enjoyed complying and gave another small wince as the cloth brushed against the small remains of the wound in his shoulder. Despite the healing that had been done there was a small trickle of blood, and Meira let her concern overwhelm her desire. She made her way towards the door (though couldn't resist turning back for a quick kiss and to admire his physique) intending to go make sure he would be alright.
"Just stay there, I'll go talk to the healers and I'll come right back with-." As she reached for the door, Meira found her wrist caught in his grip and she was spun around quickly and pinned to the wall instead. Caught off guard by the sudden move as she was, she didn't resist when her other wrist was caught and both were pinned above her head.
Meira caught a flash of a storm in his eyes before he leaned into her ear and started to growl out his decision "You're not going anywhere. A little scratch will have to wait. I can't stand to waste any more time sharing your company with anyone else." Malark then kissed her soundly, lips moving over hers in and impassioned dance, lover and over until her resolve to get him help started to crumble.
When he leaned back, the look in his eyes took what was left of her breath away. She noticed that he was no longer holding her, and the hand pinning her wrists was now a magical construct. Despite being lost in his emotion and shaking with thoughts of her own, Meira managed a feeble protest, "Don't be stupid, you need to get that taken-" She cut herself off with a squeal of protest as Malark reached over his shoulder and placed a small amount of ice magic on the wound, closing it primitively.
"You idiot-"Again she was cut off by Malark's mouth as he pressed his entire body up against hers. His hands roamed her body and even though she was pinned (not helpless, of course, but enjoying the sensation) he only took small liberties with his exploration, moving them up her shredded dress and all over any exposed skin.
"I know that wasn't a smart decision, I know I should be reasonable, but I don't give a damn. I'm not sharing you, I've waited too long to get you alone. I want you so much I'm shaking. I want to kiss you till there's no thoughts in my head and no breath in my body. I want to touch you till my fingers melt into this beautiful skin. I want to hear your voice cry out in ecstasy and match it till we're both hoarse."
"I want you, I have you, you're mine tonight."
Meira gasped and bucked her hips, but a question formed on her lips without thought. "Just tonight?"
"Absolutely not, I'm bringing your things here in the morning." Malark's hands worked their way towards the torn side of her skirt and dug into the waistband before ripping the fabric in one violent jerk. The damaged garment came away easily and the action dragged another gasp and moan from a writhing Meira. "You'll need replacements for these clothes."
Underneath the skirt, Meira's was wearing extremely thin panties, almost strings, and Malark took a moment to admire them with his hands gripping her hips before one of Meira's legs wrapped around his thigh and tugged him in closer till his hips were flush against hers and their lips were joined once more. Her other leg joined the first and held on tightly, without thought her hips were bucking against his, pressing up against a noticeable bulge in his trousers as they devoured each other. Malark's hands went back to Meira's lovely hair.
Despite adoring her lovely locks, Malark closed his fist around her hair and gave it a sharp tug, raising Meira's chin and worshipping her neck with kisses. After yet another involuntary moan, Meira found herself catching her breath and pressing as far into her lover as her body would allow, annoyed by the layers of clothing still lying between them. But as she arched, stretching the restraint on her wrist, Meira found herself pushed back flushed against the wall with authority. In a flash she realized that when she wound her lover up to tight, a very different side of him came out, something not at all like the gentle, thorough and intense man she had in Daggerford. Here she had a man that would claim her as his own and mark her with his hands and mouth for anyone to see. His fingers dug tight on her hips and she knew he would leave bruises. His mouth was enjoying the taste of her neck and love marks were sure to follow there as well. For a second her eyes rolled in the back of her head at the thought of him claiming her tonight with a reckless abandon.
As she pressed even closer, she couldn't take the frustration of still being partially clothed (it was blocking the feeling of his chest on hers). She mewled in protest, gasping that "You're leaving the job half finished." Malark's darkened eyes met hers again and he almost looked perturbed at the interruption of his feast and even more so at her doubting him. Without a word, he reached down into his boot and pulled out a small dagger. He gently gathered up her hair behind her and carefully slid the blade under her bodice before slicing the bindings that held it together in the front.
Tearing it slowly and carefully, his eyes returning to hers to drink in her reaction. When he was finished the blade was tossed aside, and then Malark immediately checked her for any cuts. Finding none, he buried his face into her skin, kissing up and teasing front before settling his tongue on her left nipple. He teased it with slow gradual circles, drawing groans of pleasure from her before looking into her eyes and saying, "I want to kiss you but I wouldn't dare leave a job half finished". He moved his mouth to the right side of her chest and took her nipple between his teeth, pulling slowly to the chorus of a loud gasp and cry.
Meira was loving every second of this new side of her lover but he couldn't be allowed complete control. Upon making that sound of pleasure (loud enough to echo through the halls she was sure), Meira came to her senses and knew that she wanted to put up a bit of a fight before being conquered. He needed to remember what a badass woman felt like when she wanted her pleasure. Plus, he had forgotten something in his declaration before. Moving one leg up from around his waist, she started to tease the bulge in his trousers, and as he arched back predictably to look her in the eyes, Meira quickly planted her foot in his chest, pushing him back and breaking his concentration. As he stumbled backwards with a smile, she fell free from the magical hand and deftly landed on her feet. Though her shaking legs did need a moment to recover.
"My turn." She declared with a smirk. Malark backpedaled to the bed with a smile, placing both hands on the footboard and leaning back. First Meira walked over to the discarded knife, bending over to grab it in a provocative pose that drew an appreciative sound from her lover. Then she strutted over to him with a frenzied look in her eyes as she approached, sliding the torn corset off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. When Meira got close she turned around and pressed her back full against Malark's chest, grabbing both of his hands as she does so.
Meira positions his left hand over her damp panties and curls his fingers to get a grip of her, before sliding the knife into his right hand and guiding it carefully to the strings she wore around her hips. Guiding his hand in swift, deft motions, the strings were severed, and she stood there with her last piece of clothing clutched in Malark's hand. After making sure the knife was tossed away again, Meira turned around and pushed him back onto the bed. As he fell softly, she went to work on his boots, removing them quickly before he situated himself more comfortably, then without a word Meira went after his breeches, untying them quickly before yanking them down and off as quickly as she could.
Malark adjusted himself backwards on the bed and saw his lover step onto the bed before crawling on all fours over to him slowly with feline grace, her prey in sight. His member had been steel from the very beginning, but this sight renewed his arousal, which his lover clearly noticed as she slid her hand up his thigh slowly before stroking his erection up and down in preparation while keeping eye contact and leaning in closer.
The violet haired temptress knew she had control for the first time in the night, and enjoyed the sensation, especially as she slid her entire body over his, pressing up against his groin and sliding up towards his chest. Meira stopped at his chest to admire her man, tracing her fingernail lightly over the skin of his powerful chest, heaving with deep breaths. She traced old scars around his shoulders and took her time admiring him and pressing kisses on a whim, feeling him twitch beneath her stomach at each point of contact. Unable to resist, she checked up higher on his frozen bandage, seeing that it was holding, she just muttered about his idiocy under her breath and went back to her indulgingAs she was indulging, she found his hands taking their pleasure from her skin too, before brushing her hair back and playing with it as he had done back in the inn. All at once she melted and knew that her time in control was fading quickly despite his gentle touches.
If his hands were to brush from her hair down to her neck, he would be able to feel her heartbeat in her throat. The adrenaline of letting herself completely trust Malark gave her a thrill like no other; perhaps it was seeing him in a state that made him look like as powerful as he did during the battle. Even with all that power he would handle her gently, and she knew she was falling for him; but she wanted more than gentle touches, she wanted to be devoured.
Meira leaned in for a long kiss, her hair draping over both of their faces, then she stayed for more. They melded together skin to skin and drank in each other as Malark's arms came around Meira's waist tightly, digging his fingers into her hips. They stayed their for a while, slowly reveling in each other, and enjoying the relief of being in each other's arms once again. Malark began to slowly shift them over, rolling her underneath him and lining up their hips, before Meira stopped him with gentle hand on his chest and a blush on her face, looking a bit bashful.
"Two things. First, you forgot something before when you were convincing me to stay with you." Her grin went as wide as a cheshire cat and the blush was forgotten for now. "You're mine! I'm not just yours. Your mine and I'm yours! Got it?"
Malark responded with a laugh and a kiss. "My bad, you're absolutely right. I'm yours." The wizard leaned in to kiss up her neck and Meira was distracted with the sensation and even more so when he started repeating "Yours" in her ear while he kissed and moved on top of her. But before he got too carried away and slid inside her, she pushed him back to eye level once again, blushing in full force.
"Second… I…" She was red and had he looked down he would have seen it reach all the way down her neck. "I know you'll take care of me and be gentle and caring like last time but tonight I want what you were doing before." Meira pushed his chest back with both hands and dragged all her nails down it before finishing. "I'm yours, and I want you to show me that."
Malark moaned and his eyes grew dark, he didn't waste a second taking her up on her offer. Before she could move, Meira found herself grabbed by the hips and rolled onto her stomach, before being pulled up to her knees by her hair. She sat up flush against his body, his left hand in her hair, his right on her breast and his mouth on her neck whispering with all his remaining restraint "Are you sure?"
Her heart was in her neck again, and he may feel it on her lips but her voice was steady and assured. "I'm yours, completely. Fuck me, mark me show the world. Take out this entire night on my body; no holding back."
Meira's head was pushed down suddenly and she braced herself on all fours as Malark buried his cock inside her from behind. She couldn't resist the gasp of pleasure and the moan that followed as the edges of her vision turned white already. No more teasing was needed as she was slick, dripping and waiting to take the pounding she knew was coming. His thrusts sped up quickly, finding a rhythm with his hands starting on her hips.
As he thrust, the wizard repeated a mantra over and over again, letting loose all his frustrations in a primal release. "Mine, mine, mine" he would repeat as he fucked his woman into the bed with enough force to rock the headboard and Meira could hear the slap of his thighs alongside his claim to her.
"Yes, yes" Meira would agree before being distracted by her climax, coming early from all the teasing. Her first hit her sudden as a storm and her nails dug into the blanket as she writhed underneath and screamed curses loudly. She shuddered for a full minute, trying to regain her breath the whole time but couldn't get a thought in her head.
Malark was merciless, thrusting through her lovely pussy squeezing his dick throughout her orgasm and not giving her a moment of rest as he took what was his. The cries and screams and curses brought out even more of his primal desires and the wizard couldn't resist pulling her back by the hair to hear more of them when she tried to muffle her noise in the mattress.
The man was following his instincts and desires to the letter, and while the view from behind was lovely, he wanted to see more. Pulling out of her despite a mewl of protest, Malark slid off the side of his bed and manhandled his lover by dragging her over to him without a word or a request. Meira found herself on her back, and with Malark inside her once again as he continued to find what he wanted. He brushed her hair back so that he could watch her expressions, and placed her legs on his shoulders as he thrust once more.
This motion was slower but with hard sudden thrusts that drew a reaction every time he fucked her. Sending shudders throughout her entire body and causing him to groan in pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper inside her. Malark's hands explored every inch of her with a lazy possessiveness, not allowing himself to miss an inch of her body. He adored her reaction to the teasing he did with her nipples while thrusting at the same time. Deciding he wanted to see her face when she screamed again, Malark softened and quickened his thrusts while reaching his right thumb between her legs to rub the nub of her clit, leaving his left hand to twist and tease her nipples.
Meira found her second climax approaching rapidly as her clit sent shocks that arched her back and made her claw at everything in sight. She felt it approaching as a particularly hard twist of her nipple drew out a scream that sent her over the edge. Unfortunately for Malark she came while covering her face with her flailing hands.
The wizard had barely managed to resist following her over the cliff but kept control with a bit of annoyance at not being able to see what he had been dreaming about for months. He took matters into his own hands, grabbing her wrists as the started to settle while in that same standing position. As she came down from her orgasm Malark sped up his thrusts and added force by pulling her in by her arms. Hard fast thrusts and the smacking of skin echoed throughout the room.
Meira was caught by surprise and started to cuss once more, feeling a third climax sneak up on her right on the heels from her second. The merciless thrusting had left her dripping and she lay there helpless and pinned with her limbs in her lover's possession. All she could do was arch her back, drown in the sensation and show off the face of her orgasm to a man was so satisfied seeing it that he lost control and emptied his load into her waiting pussy.
Malark came loudly, though not as loudly as his lover, and they both fell into each other in pleased exhaustion, cursing and whispering sweet nothings with Meira's legs wrapped firmly around his waist despite her shudders and her hands in his hair. He stayed inside her as they both came down. Moving to her lips for long languid kisses with one repeated phrase from both.
"I'm yours."